COOKIN'

this music
born of  
roots
damp and dark as  
dirt
but bright
as a full on moon,
cutting
through
to stone white bone
like some jagged
knife
but holy,
nourishing,
this concoction
of heart and soul
spiced hot,
simmered long
and bubbling
up  
and out
and into  
sacred twang
and righteous riff
and rip
and howl
and
goddamn
it was
you
who set
us free
and gave us
almost all what
soothes
our weary
souls
even now